Timid Qingwen Played Matchmaker

The carriage sped far away before Sun Shaozong craned his head out and saw no pursuers behind them. Only then did he let out a slight sigh of relief—he could hardly pull the drunken-madman act twice in such a short time.

What exactly was going on with that Long-Legged Amazon?

From the way she had seemed about to say something just now, she had clearly come specifically for him—but he had only just returned to the capital. He should not have offended Prince of Beijing's Estate, should he?

Could it be...

Was it still because of Wei Ruolan?

Right!

Come to think of it, he had been back in the capital for nearly half a month and had not once asked after Wei Ruolan.

Could Wei Ruolan already have been sentenced to death, and that woman had taken her anger out on him, believing that he had stood by and watched Wei Ruolan die?

That was utterly unreasonable!

Though he had not suffered any loss just now—and had even pressed Wei to the ground and rubbed her face in it several times—the arrow lodged in the carriage canopy still left Sun Shaozong thoroughly displeased.

The day that woman fell into his hands alone, he would see whether he did not do something to those long legs of hers...

He fumed all the way home.

After summoning Zhao Zhongji and questioning him, he learned that he had been barking up the wrong tree.

Wei Ruolan was, in fact, still being held safe and sound in the Heavenly Prison of Dali Temple, and no clear verdict had yet been reached in his case.

Then why had Princess of Beijing made such a fuss?

Wait!

A flash of insight struck Sun Shaozong. Could the court be planning to have him close this case?